My sweet mother was my age when she did not have a single hair on her head, fighting for her life. I remember shaving it myself in the hospital ... leaving long bangs in the front and nothing in the back just so we could laugh about it to keep from crying.

Then cutting the bangs and crying ... but not about her hair.

We cried a lot those days.

Oh, my heart seldom visits those moments because they elicit such a dark and sad feeling in my soul and a place that even seems like may be deeper than my soul because it doesn't even feel like part of me ... like it is so lonely and hollow that I can't even attach myself to it because it makes my chest hurt and I can't breathe.

Still, after 18 years.

But what brings me back is the miraculous work of God, who even then, knew this precious child with a head full of raven silk ... and He knew what solace she would bring to one of these dark moments.

Only God can marry moments like these and paint a picture like this ...

I agree Crystal did have some good hair... ahhh... Oh yeah I'm writing here...Sorry! :0)Locks of Love is an amazing organization!It takes 10 or more "ponies" to make one wig! We had our own pony drive a few years ago. Thanks for sharing tender special moments! Love you & hope to hang out with you SOON! xoxo

About Me

I am a wife, home & haven maker, and homeschooling momma to five beautiful blessings. God has poured His grace and mercy on me and it spills over into my life every single day. I pray that my life gives honor and glory to Him!